We’ve been waiting to see if our video footage of the K2 going crazy upstairs in the bedroom came out, but like much of our recording that night, we’re still waiting. Blame tech problems; blame the ghosts, but the result is the same: nothing to show you (yet).

But here’s the narrative anyway…

I turned on the unit while walking into the hotspot upstairs–the small bedroom. As soon as I got to the doorway, 2 lights activated beyond the base light which illuminates when the unit is on. The lights were fluctuating on/off; on/off; a typical reading for the presence of electromagnetic activity. Keep in mind I had “swept” the house for such activity when we first went in, and got nothing. A reading now meant there was activity that wasn’t there before. The closer I came to the corner of the tiny room, the more the lights lit up, from 3 to 4 1/2 lights (5 is max).

I yelled to Terry to come up and get this on camera. I began to talk to whoever might be present. Are you a Ute? I asked, thinking that this might be a tribal presence (another totally unscientific intuitive insight). The plan was to listen to whatever recordings we were running later. I continued with a series of questions relating to the battle between the Ute and the Comanche about a 1/4 mile away from the house, asking if spent warriors were brought up and buried near the house after the carnage was over. To date, we have no EVP’s that answer these questions. Hopefully, we’ll have video of the K2 lights that kept lighting up during this encounter.

One thing that any honest investigator has to do is to try and “debunk” any apparent phenomenon right on the spot. If there’s a simple, non-paranormal explanation, its our job to find it. I thought there could be unshielded electrical conduit either in the walls of that corner or just outside the building (the electric service was still on in the house). There was an electrical outlet near the corner, but it did not set off the K2 in the earlier sweep, and seemed to be functioning as it should. So I went outside to check for anything else. Sure enough, there were wires attached to the outside of the house right at that corner.

But upon closer inspection, I noted that the wire was coaxial cable, the kind used to connect satellite dishes to the house. There was a dish on the roof, and another on a pedestal in the ground. This spaghetti of cable ran from each up the exterior wall of the house, disappearing into a hole in the wall to connect with whatever devices were used for signal reception inside. I held the K2 right next to these cables: no reading. I walked over to the dish on the pedestal and held it right up to the unit: no reading. I brought out Terry for his opinion. He said the roof unit was for satellite internet, but there was no receiving “tree” attached to the dish. It was obviously dead, as was the ground dish for cable tv. There were absolutely no signals being received by those dishes that could have been detected by the K2. The signals in the room inside were coming from something else…

See previous post (below) for the first part of our report on the investigation. Next update: hopefully some video of the K2 session…

The basement was where the owner and the Ghost Adventureboys first ripped out the hot water heater in order to retrieve the can full of old artifacts placed there in the foundation by God-knows-who. We began our digging there, but not with a shovel. We used instead a Mini Maglite flashlight placed on the ledge next to the dirt pile and artifacts. Ghost hunters have long known that they can communicate with certain entities by asking them to use a flashlight to respond to questioning, as in “turn it on for yes; off for no.” We have used this technique successfully in the past, and it worked for us again.

Based on those on/off answers, its possible that we “conversed” with a male who had lived on the land long before the house was built in 1980. On the lot immediately upslope from this one, we did note the existence of a boarded-up old cabin, probably dating back to the mid-1800’s.

Though this entity could have been from a hundred years ago or more, he may have been the youngest of the ghosts we encountered that night.

Louise and Adrian are the women of our group who did most of the questioning, as “he” seemed most responsive to them. They were told via yes/no questioning that he had lived there before the house was there, and may have had something to do with the rusted out metal box that contained the artifacts, including a metal crucifix, knitted fabric, buttons, and other things that could have been valuable to someone living in the 19th Century.

An Ancient Presence?

More sessions were done elsewhere in the house with similar results. The ghost kept flashing, at least until Terry deployed the laser matrix. This is a laser-generated matirx of green points of light that easily reveals any mass passing in front of it. But it seems our flashlight ghost didn’t like it. He promptly disappeared from the conversation, only to be replaced by something more insidious. We were all on the upper level when Louise went down the spiral staircase to the main floor. She didn’t stay long, and came back up feeling sick. Adrian and I went downstairs into the living room to check things out, and we too became dizzy and disoriented.

We retreated back upstairs, only to feel the same there. Our last refuge from this nasty feeling was the dreaded basement, which we hurried down to. The depression followed us there too. Only we were not certain if it was following us, or we were chasing it. This is where any presumption of scientific objectivity disappears, and we fly stricty by the seat of our intuitive pants. No video, no EMR, no EVP’s, no photos; just the lingering notion that something was in the house that was not the ghost we started with, and was certainly not our friend.

Searching for an identity, we concurred that this thing had no intention of revealing itself to us, and may have even been curious about our intentions. I felt this presence to be every bit as old as it was not nice. I recalled a recent episode of the Dead Files, where the show’s resident medium described the appearance of a demonic entity of great age and negative influence on those weak enough to do what they would never otherwise do.

We went back upstairs to the main level and busied ourselves with setting up whatever we could to somehow capture the nature of this most un-natural phenomenon.

K2 Meter

I impulsively grabbed the K2 meter, a device that measures fluctuations in electromagnetic activity via the illumination of small colored lights, and ran up to the small upstairs bedroom. This is the hotspot where a previous tenant’s 12 year old daughter had told her parents about the “shadow people sitting on her bed.” And where some years before, a previous owner had ended his life by suicide just outside the window. Someone had installed opaque bathroom type privacy glass in that window, perhaps to keep the fatal view from ever being seen again from that perspective.

The Energy in the Room

A third entity? I yelled down to Terry as two of the lights started to brighten…(continued @ next post)